a thing about winters

the nights during winter are bizarre,
you see everything naked,
the whirring sound as a backdrop
of things never seen,
the morbid, lifeless bed sheets screaming your voice
hidden beneath,
the broken knob from my gas stove, still clicking.
yellow segments coming off from my wall,
and i hear it all, like never before
a silk in my hand,
there is this couple, moaning next room,
and i absorb it like an art,
lying on my empty anaemic sofa,
I observe my black nail paint chipped yet gleaming somehow
eyes as heavy as thick air,
wrestling for vacuum in outh of tunnels
i think of breeze in autumn,
petrichor entering my womb
i think of anything but winters,
they slice a sickening trauma onto my bosom,
it’s quiet everywhere,
a spot in my iris, stubborn as a stain.
i can prick nakedness like a shadow.
gulping it, watching it till i die of this emptiness.

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

56 thoughts on “a thing about winters”

  6. lovely poem narrating the wheezy breezy winters ,the bleakdull whirring ones. It reminds me of my winter in kashmir ,the snow falling stealthily in the nigh making life bearable and unbearable. lovely.
    read your all posts but you donot .see some of my poems and posts. lovely ones to read.

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  16. I loved the way you have defined the solitude and the loneliness one feels in winter, The long dark days diminishes the boundary between the day and night. such surreal, such beautiful poetry.

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  20. There are some things we feel or doubt in nights if actually, they are moving or not even if they are lifeless 🙂
    I think you only need that cicadas noise in the backdrop to paint a lovely picture and to write a beautiful poem like this one. 🙂

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      1. Yes, Vedika. I still remember the first day, when I like said, that you seem numb and a few other things. I remember sharing a few things too. You indeed have come a long way and so has your poetry. Are you well? I read your poetry. Seems as if these winters are not treating you well.

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      3. Oh i’m so sorry. I always confuse between these two. And i won’t lie, but it really has been long. And i know that, because it took me a while to decipher, MVS.
        I never liked you upset, Devika. It always made me sad, to feel you live a life, just so numb. If i asked you, on this wintry night for something, will you give it to me?

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      5. dear you, your words are sweet. Honestly speaking, the lines are refreshing and soothing. At times. I dont want to clng on something and at times its the opposite. I dont know. I am better the way i am . Crooked, limping, living. But thank you for this. this does makes me smile though!

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      6. You’re not better this way, devika. You’re lost. And even i’m. So why don’t we find a way together? Just so, every time, there’s a puddle in our way, i’d be the bridge. 🙂

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      8. So well, i’ll tell you something, which i’ve never shared with you. i’ve a habit of expressing my heart, since i can remember. but with you, i always controlled my emotions.
        And i don’t really mind saying this in public, because i genuinely feel this way.
        Since the very first day, when i stumbled upon you and oh your words, you’ve stayed with me. at times, you’d do things and say things, which well, are not really wise. and also you’d be very annoying. but despite of it all, i’ve always felt something with you, which i couldn’t name then. for no matter how annoying or stupid, you might behave, i still thought you to be beautiful, atleast to me. and yes, i’m sure, even i’ve annoyed you at times and been all stupid. but something hasn’t changed since then. my wish to make you smile. for the thought of you smiling, is stuck in my head. the feeling, that one might feel, after making you smile, is something my mere words can never express. i still remember the first poem, i ever wrote for you. i also remember, telling you, as to what i think of you, by sharing a movie with you, that i had seen then. and well, oh there’s so much more devika. about you. that is just so special to me. be it you being all annoying or being all adorable. i loved it all. and i won’t lie. the past few months have been really hard for me. so well, i’ve hardly been able to read you, or anyone for that matter, but everytime, i’d stumble upon you, all those emotions, would ask me to share. but i never really could. anyway, lucidly all i’m wanted to say is, that i’ve always admired and liked all about you. and maybe that’s why, i won’t mind kissing the water, where you’d be reflecting upon, but oh just to make you smile. and i’m sorry, if you feel uncomfortable. but well, i said almost all that i wanted to say, since oh a time so long. 🙂

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      10. I smiled. I blushed. All of it. Thank you for this nurturing comment. It makes me feel better. What I like about you now is that at least now, I don’t feel you are just another guy. It’s nice you are keeping it enclosed with warmth as well as respect. I like that, truly. And no I am not totally against romance. It’s just not now. And so nice of you to keep on checking on me time to time. Now I can assemble the pieces of your old acts actually. So silly.
        Let’s keep it this way maybe, warm and comfortable. And once again thank you so much for all of it.

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